Pop Goes the Weasel

There’s a pub I go to, 2 doors down from where I work. It’s called The Eagle and it’s in Shoreditch. I spend most of my money there. I was quite pleased today to find out that the old nursery rhyme, Pop Goes the Weasel, references this pub (along with the City Road, which leads to it). Strange what you find out in the pub isn’t it?

A couple of years ago I found out the street where I used to work (Laystall Street in Clerkenwell) – was so-called because people used to go there to take a crap i.e “lay stools”. And Peter Ackroyd said that in a book, so it must be true. I love that about London.